The man’s entire body, aside from a strip of cloth wrapped around his waist, had nothing else on.

His firm arms, chest muscles, even his abdominal muscles, and those long, powerful legs — all were completely on display before her.

“Nin— Ninth Imperial Uncle, you…” Feng Jiu’er swallowed hard.

Di Wu Ya’s lips curved up slightly; under his woman’s scorching gaze, he deliberately slowed his pace.

Though normally he could cross the pool in three steps, this time it took him as many as six.

Feng Jiu’er stared unblinkingly at the approaching man; she didn’t want to look at him, but her eyes simply wouldn’t obey.

Her Ninth Imperial Uncle’s face was the finest under heaven, and she also knew about his physique.

But when he appeared before her so boldly like this, she even forgot to be afraid.

This body — if it were in the modern world, it could stand in any public place and captivate a crowd instantly.

In this moment, Feng Jiu’er felt her body growing hotter and hotter, to the point where “scorching” would be the word for it.

Di Wu Ya had assumed he would definitely be chased out; he hadn’t expected that this girl not only didn’t do that, but was even looking at him with an unusual gaze.

He found himself pleased by the little girl’s reaction.

“Girl.” Di Wu Ya came before Feng Jiu’er, bending slightly to draw close to her misty, watery eyes.

“Do you like… looking?” He frowned, his voice extremely bewitching.

“Gulp.” Feng Jiu’er swallowed hard again.

Ninth Imperial Uncle, you’re so… tempting?

Di Wu Ya looked at this adorable yet greedy little white rabbit, curved his lips again, and leaned down closer.

The girl, fair as jade, seemed transparent and enchanting in the bathing pool.

This time, he had no intention of letting the little girl escape.

“Girl.” The man’s hot breath brushed over Feng Jiu’er’s face.

She trembled slightly and blinked her bright, watery eyes.

“Second brother said he’s being pressed to marry every day, and he wants us… to bring him back an heir this time when we return.”

“Hei— heir?” Feng Jiu’er stared unblinkingly into Di Wu Ya’s soul-stirring eyes.

What was wrong with her today?

It seemed she really had missed him, so much, so much.

So much that she couldn’t even hear clearly what he’d said, and didn’t even notice when she’d ended up held in his arms.

Di Wu Ya nodded slightly, looking at her soft, faintly trembling lips, and lowered his head to claim them.

But unexpectedly, a sudden flash of dazzling red appeared before his eyes.

Di Wu Ya’s handsome thick brows furrowed, and he immediately let go of Feng Jiu’er somewhat.

“Girl, you…”

Feng Jiu’er’s nose itched, and she finally snapped back to her senses.

She quickly wiped at the blood trickling from her nose and forcefully shoved the man holding her away.

“Di Wu Ya, you’re taking advantage of me!”

Feng Jiu’er clutched her blanket, turned, and dashed to the opposite side of the pool.

She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, wiped her traitorous nose, and turned back to glare at Di Wu Ya.

“Girl, I didn’t!” Di Wu Ya’s hoarse voice rang out.

This girl held a fatal allure for him too.

The man leaned forward, and in an instant he was right before the girl.

“Girl.” His tender gaze had already turned scorching.

Feng Jiu’er turned sideways, dodging his touch.

Ninth Imperial Uncle, taking advantage of her! Otherwise why would she have had a nosebleed?

This man was simply too bewitching.

This was her first time seeing such a handsome man and getting a nosebleed over it — how embarrassing!

It must have been from excess internal heat, otherwise she’d never have humiliated herself like this.

“Don’t come closer!” Feng Jiu’er moved to the other side of the pool, still watching him warily.

But little did she know, her every move — even the sound of her complaints and hurried breathing — was equally stirring the man’s soul.

“Girl.” Di Wu Ya turned, leaning back, and didn’t come closer again.

“Come here.” He looked at her, his expression turning serious.

“No!” Feng Jiu’er wrapped herself tightly.

Fortunately she’d prepared a blanket in advance, otherwise the two of them…

Feng Jiu’er’s gaze unconsciously flicked toward the spring water, and she immediately shut her eyes and turned her head aside.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, did you even put on…” pants.

She couldn’t get the last two words out.

Her face was burning hot, her whole body burning hot!

She’d actually gotten a nosebleed just from looking at a handsome man — argh… so much for a lifetime of dignity!

“Girl, come check for yourself and you’ll know?” Di Wu Ya’s thin lips curved, his eyes full of bewitching charm.

Feng Jiu’er curled up her legs, burying her head as low as she could.

Her dark, glossy eyes stared fixedly at Di Wu Ya.

“You go out first, I’ll be done quickly, then it’ll be your turn to wash up.”

She had already decided on this man, but how could he act like this? Coming in at a time like this — wasn’t this taking advantage of her while she was vulnerable? From now on, would she even be able to bathe in peace?

“Girl, come here!” Di Wu Ya spoke again, his tone carrying a note of command.

“This king guarantees, I won’t do anything to you.”

“Of course…” the bewitching look in his eyes only grew, “if you’re willing, I’m always welcome.”

“Di Wu Ya.” Feng Jiu’er stared at him, her crescent brows knitting tightly.

“Call me Ninth Imperial Uncle.” Di Wu Ya raised his pale, powerful, slender arms and set them on the cobblestones on either side of the pool.

That languid pose nearly made Feng Jiu’er lose her head again, damn it.

She took a breath, confirming she wasn’t bleeding from the nose anymore.

“That wasn’t because of you just now — I accidentally hurt my nose today, cough… that’s why it bled.”

Deceiving him like this somehow made her feel a bit better inside.

Could she really admit that she’d been dazed by his beauty?

The moment Feng Jiu’er finished speaking, a thick wave of male hormonal scent washed over her, wrapping her tightly.

“Di Wu Ya, I…”

Just as Feng Jiu’er looked up, a long arm pulled her in.

“Where are you hurt?” His voice, like the sound of heaven itself, fell over her face.

That handsome face loomed large in her vision.

Feng Jiu’er took a deep breath and shut her eyes tightly.

Right now, she had nothing on but a single blanket — it wasn’t that she couldn’t resist, it was just very inconvenient to do so.

The man’s warm fingertips gently brushed across her face.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked again, tenderly.

Feng Jiu’er held the blanket with one hand and used the other to grip his arm, pushing hard.

“I’m fine now, Ninth Imperial Uncle, let go of me — we’re in an awkward position right now!”

Di Wu Ya still held her head, the force she exerted against his arm something he could completely ignore.

“Are you really fine?”

“I’m fine!” Feng Jiu’er opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Let go of me! If you have something to say… say it properly!”

“Jiu’er.” Di Wu Ya’s arm suddenly tightened around her, pulling her soft body tightly into his embrace.

“Second brother sent a letter.” He rested his chin on top of her head and said softly.

Feng Jiu’er blinked and pulled back a little to look up at him.

“How is he? What did he say?”

“Everything’s fine.” Di Wu Ya lowered his eyes to look at his girl. “It’s just…”